Date: Fri, 25 Nov 2011 19:53:26 -0800 (PST)
From: Harrison Morris
Subject: Finding My Dream Man At The Gym
This story is partially true and partially fiction. I won't treat you as
if you're idiots by typing something like, 'I'll leave it up to your
imagination to guess which part is true and which part isn't.' Obviously,
the beginning of this story is the true part. When it turns into fiction -
or, as I like to call it, a fantasy about what I wish would happen - is the
part of the story where the interaction between the two characters turns
sexual.
When I joined a gym several months ago, I wasn't really looking to find a
man to become infatuated with. Though many may join a gym simply to ogle
studly men in skimpy outfits flexing their muscles, pumping iron, and
generally glistening with sweat - Whew! Is it just me, or is it getting
hot in here all of the sudden?! - I woke up one morning and decided that,
at 32 years of age, I was tired of being a scrawny guy who couldn't lift a
heavy box without noticeable trouble and a 'fast food belly' that rivaled
any alcoholic's beer belly. I knew that there was no way I'd be able to
work out on my own to begin with. I knew next to nothing about what I
should be doing and how to do any of it correctly. When I went to join the
gym nearest my house, I told the sales rep that I wanted to sign up to work
with a personal trainer. I figured I'd be able to learn enough to
eventually start working out on my own after a few weeks or months. That
day, the sales rep introduced me to the guy he had signed me up to train
with.
When Mark walked into the sales rep's office to meet me, I was immediately
taken aback. I tend to be attracted to guys who are older than me. Not
only did Mark have salt and pepper colored hair, he looked to be about six
foot two inches tall and had to be in his early 50s. He had nicely muscled
legs, what looked to be a nice chest underneath his shirt, and toned arms.
He had just the right body type...muscled and toned, but not
overly-'muscle-bound' as some gym patrons can look. "Just what I DON'T
need," I thought. I really was interested in toning-up my body. I knew it
would be tough to concentrate on doing that with a guy like Mark working
with me. Maybe I should've asked for a female trainer!
After getting the initial pleasantries out of the way, Mark got right down
to business with me. "Just so you know," he said matter-of-factly in a
gruff tone of voice, looking me directly in the eye with a serious
expression on his face, "if you're going to work with me, you have to be
dedicated. You have to be here every day that we're supposed to work
together and you have to be on time."
"I will. I'm interested in working on my body and putting some muscle tone
on it." I really was telling the truth. That WAS one of the things I
wanted. Though, if my cock had been able to speak at that moment, it might
have chimed in and mentioned something else that I wanted too. After being
seemingly convinced of my dedication to working out, Mark took his leave.
He was working with another client and needed to get back to them. After
finishing my gym registration, I left the gym...wondering how I was going
to manage to be any good at working out, given that I was going to be
working with a man that I was very attracted to. Added to that, I fretted
over how I was going to be able to hide my attraction to Mark or any other
guy at the gym who might catch my eye.
When I said earlier in the story that I didn't join the gym with any
intention of meeting a guy that I would be infatuated with, it was the
truth. I had come out of two fairly rocky attempts at a long-term
relationship. And my recent dating attempts weren't exactly yielding great
results either. I intended for my membership at the gym to help me improve
my body AND take my mind off of the miserable state of my personal life.
It's really funny how, when you think life is going to go in one direction,
it reveals that it actually has other things in mind for you...
As it turns out, working with Mark wasn't as difficult as I thought it
might be. He pushed me hard, as any personal trainer worth their salt
would do for a client. But the gruff persona he presented to me the day we
met turned out to largely be a facade. He was definitely a 'man's man' and
carried himself accordingly. But he turned out to be a really nice guy.
Over the next few months working together, Mark and I developed a really
good rapport. I dare say that we became friends. I was still very much
attracted to him, but it only took a couple of sessions with him before I
stopped seeing him as just an object of desire. Instead, I saw him for
what he truly was...a good guy with a great sense of humor and a good
friend. A good guy with a body that made me hot and a fine ass that I
couldn't help but stare at when he'd bend over to take a drink out of the
water fountain. Though that last sentence might give you a different
impression, my attraction to Mark took a backseat to the fact that I truly
liked him as a person. I began to actually look forward to the days that
he worked with me. And it appeared as if he felt some sort of sense of
friendship with me too. On the days that I came to the gym, but didn't
work with him, he would come over to where I was working out and spend a
good half hour, chatting with me and joking around as I worked. As time
went by, he showed me that he actually cared about me in his own, macho
'We're both guys, so I can't actually tell you that I care about you' way.
And I tried to make it obvious to him that I cared about him and his life.
I think Mark looked forward to our personal training sessions just as much
as I did. But I certainly didn't think I was special to him. After all, I
saw him with some of his other clients and he seemed to interact with them
similarly to the way he interacted with me.
Despite, or maybe because of, the fact that I liked and respected Mark so
much, my attraction to him never went away. In fact, in many ways, it
intensified. I found myself on many occasions thinking, "If only he was
into guys. I'd be on him in a heartbeat!" After reading some of the
things that I've typed thus far, you may be thinking to yourself, "Hey,
Idiot! Mark spends a lot of time with you even when he's not working with
you. Maybe he IS into guys and he's just as attracted to you as you are to
him." The fact is, I thought I had Mark pegged. He spoke to me a few
times about past relationships he had with women...more than one of them
long-term. And when we worked out together, he freely flirted with many of
the female members...and ogled scores more of them. I know anyone can
pretend to be straight to hide their true sexuality. But I just didn't see
any hint of an attraction to guys in Mark.
This is the point of the story where things start to move more toward the
fictional side of things. I'm just sayin'...
Mark and I had become friendly enough that he invited me over to his
apartment one Saturday afternoon to hang out. He and I had spoken to each
other more than once about the fact that neither of us had much of a social
life. And since moving to my area from another part of the country a
little more than a year ago, Mark freely admitted that he didn't go out
because he didn't know where anything was. This was a guy who seemed to go
out of his way to make sure he didn't get into any kind of trouble! I
assumed his invitation was born out of a desire to hang out with a friend.
In the back of my mind, I was a little worried about how I'd do being alone
with Mark. But I rationalized that my friendship with him meant more to me
than the opportunity to seduce him. And besides...I was already very
convinced that Mark was as straight as an arrow.
Saturday afternoon rolled around and I made my way to Mark's apartment,
knocking on the door...expecting that we'd probably be hanging out and
maybe watching a college football game. After a few moments, Mark answered
the door dressed simply in a robe. He must've seen the shocked look on my
face, because he heartily welcomed me in an attempt to make his attire seem
not out of the ordinary.
"Jason! Hey! Come on in!" I slowly entered the apartment, unsure of what
in the hell was going on.
"Uh...hi, Mark. What's going on?"
"I'm doing good, Buddy!"
"Are you sure?" Mark looked at me oddly.
"What do you mean?" I gestured in his general direction, extending my arm
toward him and raising it up and down to reference his appearance. "OH!
You mean the robe..."
"Yeah. If I'd known the dress code was casual, I'd have worn my PJs over
here."
Mark got a huge smile on his face and laughed heartily. Seeing this sexy
man standing there in just a robe, I couldn't stop wondering what was
underneath it and what he'd look like if he would just open it and drop it
to the floor.
"Sorry about the robe. I'm in the middle of getting ready for a date." My
heart immediately sank. For one reason, I thought Mark and I had reached a
new level of friendship and that he actually wanted to hang out with me
outside the gym. Secondly, I was actually a little jealous. Silly, huh?
Mark had mentioned a few months ago that he had an account on one of those
dating sites...an actual reputable site, not one of those hook-up sites
that disguises itself as a dating site. I assumed that this date had come
by way of that site. I tried my best to hide my disappointment, but I'm
not sure if I was successful or not.
"And you invited me over here why...? Do you need a chaperone or
something?" I ribbed him good-naturedly as we tended to do with each
other. He cracked another grin.
"Yeah. I need a third wheel to come along in order to make this first date
as awkward as possible. Will you do me the honor?" I immediately caught
on to his sarcasm and responded accordingly.
"Sure! No one does 'awkward' quite as good as me. I'm your man!"
Mark laughed. "Smart ass!"
"Okay... If you're going on a date, why am I actually here?" Mark seemed
to be at a loss for words...a side of him that I had never seen before. I
immediately took a mental note. I would be sure to tease him about this
moment mercilessly in the future. "Come on! Out with it!"
"All right, all right!" Mark surprisingly seemed quite flustered. "This
is kind of hard for me to say, because I'm generally a pretty confident
guy. I don't really care what people think. I just go about my life the
way I want to and if people like me, great. If they don't like me, fuck
'em! But this date tonight...it's my first date in a long time. We're
talkin' years here."
"And how do I fit in?" I interrupted him.
Mark grinned at my impatience. "I'm getting to that! The thing is...I
need a little bit of a pep talk."
"A pep talk? You mean like, "Mark! Mark! He's our man! If he can't do
it, no one can!' That kind of pep talk?" Mark just glared at me.
"Yes. Let's pretend we're at a pep rally and you're cheering me on as I go
on my date."
"Sorry. I don't mean to make a joke out of this," actually, I was having a
little fun, teasing him. "I want to help you out, if I can. But I don't
understand what you need from me."
"I was hoping for some words of encouragement. I mean, I'm not a young guy
like you. This woman might take one look at me and decide she's not
interested." I found his lack of self-confidence completely adorable. But
he didn't need to feel that way. There's no way any woman would turn Mark
down after getting a look at him. And if this woman did tonight, she was
too stupid for her own good.
"Come on, Mark. You're kidding me, right? This woman isn't going to turn
you down. You're a good guy with a great personality. Not to mention the
way you look."
"You mean, old?" I couldn't tell whether or not he was serious or being
sarcastic, so I decided to assume he was being serious.
"Old? Yeah right. Look at you! You're muscular. Hell, you're a stud!"
Did I really just say that? If that last remark made Mark uncomfortable,
he didn't let on. In fact, he kept on being self-deprecating.
"A stud? Hardly! I've got a gut." He grabbed his practically
non-existent belly to indicate what he meant. "And besides, I'm old and
breaking down!"
I don't know what inspired me to say what I said next, but after the words
came out of my mouth, I immediately wished they hadn't. "What belly? I
want to see this alleged belly!" I expected Mark's next move to be
literally throwing me out his front door. Instead, he did something I
didn't expect. He undid the tie on his robe, shrugged it off his shoulders
and onto the floor, and put his hands on his belly again.
"Here it is...if you can stand to look at it!" Because that's where his
hands were, my eyes did go to his mid-section first. Yes, he had a bit of
a paunch. But that's inevitable with anyone as they move into middle age.
Weight is harder to drop. But I certainly wouldn't call him fat or even
overweight. I couldn't help but wonder why he was so hung-up on a
non-existent belly... Of course, my eyes wandered over the rest of his
body. His pecs weren't rock hard mounds, but they were fairly nicely
toned. I remember thinking that they'd feel good with my head laid on
them. Whereas his legs were toned, his upper thighs were a lot more
muscular. This man's body was just as sexy as I imagined it would be...and
more. Mark was wearing a pair of white boxer-briefs, which appeared to
have a fairly substantial bulge in them. Yeah...if this bitch turned him
away tonight, she was definitely an idiot!
"Oh please!" I responded to his display of his body. "THAT is not a gut!"
"Yes it is. She's not going to want me." Why was this usually-confident
man not taking my compliments seriously? Then, he twirled around, giving
me a view of his ass...which looked even better in boxer-briefs than it did
in the shorts he usually wore at the gym. "I shouldn't even go out on this
damn date! I don't know what I was thinking!"
That was it! I'd had enough! I walked up and stood face to face with him.
"Mark, stop it! Of course she's going to want you!" I put my hand on his
stomach. "You don't have a belly." Next, I felt each of his arms with
both of my hands. "And look how muscular you are! Not to mention the fact
that, like I said earlier, you have an awesome personality. You're a great
guy!" What I said next came out of my mouth without even thinking about
it. "And you're sexy as hell! If she DOES take one look at you tonight
and walks right back out the door, come by my house. I won't reject you!"
Immediately my eyes widened with worry. I hadn't meant to say that. Had I
just ruined my friendship with Mark? I didn't have very many friends. The
last thing I wanted to do was lose our friendship. Upon hearing what I
said, Mark's eyes widened too. But I didn't see anger on his face. His
expression looked more like one of confusion. It was at that point that I
realized I was still touching his body. Each of my hands was resting on
his pecs. I looked down at them and immediately drew them back to my side.
"Mark, I..." I couldn't finish the rest of what I was going to say. I
wasn't even SURE what I was going to say anyway.
"Did you mean what you just said?" Mark had just given me an out! He
opened the door for me to retract what I had just said and I planned to
walk through that open door!
"No. I didn't mean it literally. I was just doing what you asked me to
do...give you a pep talk." *I* thought I sounded convincing...
"You're full of shit! You meant what you said. You'd really have sex with
me, wouldn't you? Don't lie!" Mark was very big on the truth. That was
one of his biggest mantras...which he reminded me of all the time while we
were working out at the gym. As I looked into Mark's eyes, even though I
knew I should lie to him and continue to try and preserve our friendship, I
also knew I had to tell him the truth. His masculine aura and imposing
stature compelled me to...not to mention my own growing cock, which was
anticipating where this conversation might end up.
"Well..." Knowing you should tell the truth and actually forming the words
are two different things. Suddenly, Mark and I had switched roles. He was
no longer grasping for self-confidence with me trying to give that
self-confidence to him. Now, I was frantically searching for a way to
extricate myself from the mess I had just made and Mark was staring at me,
waiting for an answer to his question. His face gave away nothing. Was he
seconds away from beating me to a pulp for coming on to him or would he be
understanding and willing to continue our friendship?
When I didn't continue talking, Mark picked up my conversational slack.
"Jason, I don't understand. You told me that you had joined a dating site
to meet women. Why would a straight guy offer to have sex with another
guy?" It was true. Several months ago, I HAD told him that I had joined a
dating site...and I lied to him that I was looking to meet women. In my
rush to avoid any conflict at all, I had lied to Mark. Mark's a really
great guy. But even the greatest guys can turn out to be assholes when the
right topic presents itself. As macho of a man as he is, I had no idea how
he'd react if I told him that I had joined a dating site to meet men.
Rather than be honest with him, I lied.
"I lied to you. I wasn't sure how you felt about gay people, so I
pretended I was straight."
The expression that Mark got on his faced seemed to indicate that he was
genuinely offended by that remark. "Jason, you've been working out with me
for over a year now. You should already know how I feel about people in
general. I'm not some kind of narrow-minded guy."
"I'm sorry I lied."
"Yeah, well... I'm sorry you lied, too." As Mark stood there in just his
boxer-briefs, I couldn't keep my eyes off of his body. I know I shouldn't
have been looking. Mark was angry with me. I had sold him short and I
should've been more concerned with repairing our friendship. But at the
moment, all I could think of was the bulge in his underwear...and how badly
I wanted to unwrap his cock from them. I wanted to rub my hands and lips
all over his body and I wanted his tongue down my throat. I had to get out
of there or there was no telling what I'd do! Mark was one of the best
friends I had had in a long time. I had just offended him. If I wasn't
careful, I'd ruin our friendship entirely. I didn't want that to happen.
"I need to go, Mark. Good luck on your date. I'm sure everything will be
fine." I didn't really want him to have good luck on his date. What I
wanted was for him to take me back to his bedroom so we could spend the
night fucking each others' brains out. But wishing him good luck on his
date was something a friend would say. So I said it.
Mark put his hand on my arm as I turned to head for the door. "Wait.
We're not done here. You just offered to have sex with me. I think that
warrants some discussion."
I tried my best to smile and seem nonchalant. "Yeah. We'll talk later.
If you don't finish getting ready, you're going to be late for your date.
You don't want to make that kind of impression, do you? Call me in a few
days and we'll talk or something." I turned and rushed out the door
quickly before he could say anything else.
All the way back home, my stomach was in knots. I had convinced myself
that I had completely screwed up my friendship with Mark. After he'd had a
chance to let our conversation sink in, he'd be repulsed by the idea that I
was hot for him and he'd end our friendship...not to mention sever our tie
at the gym. When I got home, I tried to watch TV to take my mind off of my
troubles, but I found no solace in the television. All of my thoughts
returned to Mark...and how he was going to end our friendship. Soon, other
thoughts began creeping in. I let my mind wander into fantasy. In my
fantasy, he came by my house after his date. It hadn't gone well and he
wanted to spend time with a friend. I would pour us both a glass of wine,
and as he told me about how badly the date went while we sipped the wine,
the sexual tension between us grew. After offering him words of comfort
and sympathy, I gave him a reassuring hug. Pulling back from the hug, our
mouths connected. In that instant, we were overtaken by passion and began
a frenzied undressing of each other right there on the couch. I lowered
myself onto his cock. Bouncing up and down on him, our gaze locked onto
each other as I rubbed my hands all over his chest. We were truly
connected in that moment...
A knock on my front door broke me out of my fantasy. I looked down to see
the front of my pants tented out. Damn Mark and the way he made me feel!
I readjusted myself as best I could and hoped that whoever was at my door
wouldn't look at my lower body until my cock had time to deflate. I opened
the door to an unexpected sight...Mark. "Mark?"
He grinned at me. "What? No, 'Hey! Good to see you! Come on in!'? Not
very hospitable if you ask me!"
"I'm sorry. I didn't expect to see you here. I thought you had a date."
"I did. I mean...I do. I'm on my way. But I didn't want to go on my date
with you still on my mind."
My heart skipped a beat. "What do you mean?"
"I don't want us to leave things the way we left them when you left my
place earlier. Can I come in?" I stepped aside and he walked in past me.
We sat down on the couch. "Listen, I understand why you might have felt
like you had to lie to me about your sexuality. But you know how I feel
about liars."
"Again, I'm sorry that I lied. You have to understand...I'm not completely
comfortable in my own skin yet. I really enjoy hanging out with you at the
gym. I didn't want that to come to an end. I now realize it was a mistake
to not be upfront and honest with you. I hope we can move past this."
Mark looked at me, smirked, and then tried to look all serious. "I really
like hanging out with you, too. So, I SUPPOSE we can get past this."
I playfully hit him on the arm with the back of my hand. "Jackass!"
"Right back at ya, bud!" Soon, we were both laughing.
After we both regained our composure, I saw the clock. "Hey, you'd better
get going if you want to get there on time for your date."
"Yeah. I'm going. But there's one other thing I want to talk to you
about. Your offer..."
My eyes widened. I had mended fences with Mark about lying to him. How
was I going to wriggle my way out of THIS jam? "I'm sorry about that too,
Mark. That was said in the heat of the moment. I won't lie to you again.
You're a sexy guy...and if you were into guys, you'd be right up my alley.
As a gay man, I can't hide from the fact that I find you attractive. But
the fact of the matter is that I like and respect you too much to ever do
anything that would compromise our friendship." Mark was grinning at me
the whole time like the cat that ate the canary. "What? What's that grin
for?"
"That was a very nice thing to say, Jason. But it also sounded like it was
written by the same speechwriter who crafts speeches for politicians and
celebrities who are caught doing something bad. The speech says all the
right things, but it doesn't ever actually answer the question or address
the topic at hand. Now why don't you try being honest with me without the
clichéd speech? I promise you. Our friendship can handle it." Wow!
After working closely with me for over a year, Mark knew me too well...
"All right. Honesty time." I took a deep breath. "The truth is, if you
ever said the word, I'd hop in bed with you before you finished the
sentence."
Mark smiled at me. "There! Now, was that so difficult to say?"
"No. I don't suppose it was. You're sure we're still going to be able to
be friends after this?"
"I'm sure." An awkward silence ensued before Mark spoke again. He turned
to face me and looked in my eyes. "Word."
"What?"
"Word."
"What in the hell are you talking about?"
Mark had a huge smile on his face and he laughed at me slightly. "You said
if I ever said the word, you'd hop into bed with me. So, I'm saying the
word. Word!"
I was floored. I'm sure my face must've betrayed that feeling. "What?
But you're not gay! You're on your way to a date with a woman, for Pete's
sake!" I would've continued sputtering out expressions of confusion and
incredulity at Mark, but he silenced me by leaning forward and pressing his
mouth to mine. After a few moments of stunned inactivity, I began kissing
him back. As our mouths opened, allowing our tongues to get in on the
action, I couldn't help but think that Mark was as good of a kisser as I
imagined him to be in my fantasies. But I had to be sure this was really
going to happen. I broke our kiss. "Is this what you really want?"
"Jason. You know me. I don't do anything I don't want to do. So, to
answer your question..." And then he leaned back in and we began kissing
again. After several minutes of passionate making out, we parted lips. My
fantasy was literally coming true. I was euphoric. I couldn't wait to
move forward.
I questioned Mark one last time before I started. After, I wouldn't turn
back. "Are you sure you want this, Mark?"
Mark smirked at me. "Are you trying to get out of doing this or something?
I thought you were hot for me."
"Trust me, stud. I AM. I just want to make sure this is what you want.
Having my fantasy come true won't be any fun if your heart isn't in it."
Mark looked me in the eye. "I want to be wanted, Jason. If you really do
want me, you got me. So why don't you stop all of this incessant
chattering and prove how much you want me?" With that, I smiled at him and
began undressing him. Slowly and seductively, I unbuttoned each of the
buttons on his shirt, never breaking eye contact with him. At one point,
as I pulled his shirt free from his pants, Mark grinned at me and chuckled
slightly. I didn't ask him why, but I like to think it was because he saw
my desire for him in my eyes and it made him feel good to be wanted that
way by another person.
I pushed Mark's shirt off of his shoulders and onto the floor. My hands
roamed over his toned chest. You could tell he kept in shape, but his pecs
drooped slightly as the effects of middle age began to change his body. I
rubbed his nipples with my thumbs as my fingers ran through the light
dusting of chest hair. He threw his head back and moaned slightly.
"Like that, do ya?" I said to him, grinning...a look which he returned.
"Oh yeah!"
"Well, if you liked that, you should enjoy this." I leaned forward and
began kissing and licking his neck, eliciting more moans. I kissed my way
down his chest, being sure to kiss, lick, and suck on each of his now-erect
brown nipples. Mark was definitely a nipple guy. He continued to moan and
his body jerked as I was paying attention to his nipples. Soon, I knelt
before him, eye-to-eye with his bulging crotch. Before I began to undo his
belt and pants, I looked up into his eyes. He was smiling at me.
"And now, the moment you've all been waiting for!" he said to me playfully.
I decided to serve it right back to him. "After I'm done with this," I
groped his crotch for emphasis, "you're going to be saying that very same
phrase about this moment."
He laughed at my confidence. "Well then, Mr. Confident. Maybe you should
stop talking to me and get to work!"
"I thought you'd never ask, stud." With that, I set about unbuckling his
belt and unbuttoning & unzipping his slacks. He stepped out of his loafers
and, after I pushed his pants down to his ankles, he stepped out of them.
He stood before me in just his boxer-briefs. An imposing figure at 6 foot
2 inches tall, but a figure that filled me with desire. I had wanted this
man in my bed for over a year and now it seemed like it was about to
happen.
I stopped my moment of reflection and returned my attention to the bulge in
Mark's underwear. It was obvious that my attention to him and his body was
having the desired effect. His bulge was much bigger than it was when I
saw it earlier at his apartment. I was entranced. And I think a little
bit of drool started to creep out the side of my mouth.
"Well? Are you gonna just stare at it or am I going to get to find out
whether the rumor that guys give better head than women is true or not?"
Mark's voice snapped me out of the state I was in.
"First of all, it's not a rumor. It's the truth!" That got a chuckle out
of him. "Secondly, I think I'd like us to move this party to a different
place. Follow me." I led Mark upstairs to my bedroom. Even though just
moments ago I had fantasized about Mark and I getting it on in the living
room, there was something special about having sex in the bedroom.
Whatever happened next, I wanted it to happen in my bedroom.
Once we were in my bedroom, I walked up to Mark and kissed him. As I
rubbed his chest, he wrapped his arms around my back and rubbed. Then, he
leaned back. "I think you're a little overdressed for the occasion there,
Jason. Why don't you get rid of some of these clothes?" I think I had
myself undressed to my underwear in the shortest amount of time ever
recorded by any human being. Mark was amazed. "Wow. You're ready to go,
aren't you?"
"I've been waiting for this since the first time I laid eyes on you. So
yeah...I'm MORE than ready to go."
"Since day one, huh?"
"Yep." I stroked his chest.
"Well then...proceed!" he smiled at me. He didn't have to ask me twice.
I was back on my knees in front of Mark's bulging crotch. Dispensing with
the preliminaries, I pulled his boxer-briefs down and out popped a cock
that was even better than I imagined. His shaft rose up out of a thick
salt-and-pepper pubic bush. It wasn't a skinny shaft, but it wasn't very
thick either...topped off by a half mushroom head. He had to be about 7
inches hard and that cock looked incredibly suckable. Looking further
down, his balls looked heavy with a pent-up load of who knows how many
days.
"Damn, Mark! When was the last time you emptied these suckers?! They look
so full that they're about to burst!"
"It's been a couple weeks, maybe."
"You don't jack off?"
"Not if I can help it..."
I looked up into his eyes and reached up to pat him on the stomach. "Bless
you, Mark!" He laughed. In just a moment, I'd make sure that laugh turned
into a moan of ecstasy. I wrapped my hand around his shaft and began
stroking it up and down slowly & seductively. I continued those
ministrations while I leaned forward and began tonguing those juicy-looking
balls. Above me, I heard a deep gasp, which only spurred me on. No matter
what happened between Mark and I in the future, I'd make certain he'd
remembered this night for years and years to come. After a few minutes of
alternating between tonguing and sucking on his balls, I swabbed my tongue
upward and replaced my hands with my tongue on his shaft. Soon, his cock
was almost dripping with my saliva as I sucked his head and shaft into my
mouth, playing my tongue along the sensitive underside of his cock head.
At one moment, Mark's knees buckled slightly. "Man, I need to lay down.
You've got me so I can't keep myself standing up any longer!"
"I hope this means I'm doing a good job."
"Good? Good doesn't even begin to describe what you're doing to me." I
just grinned at him and guided him back to my bed. Once he was laying
down, I climbed up between his legs, reached my hands up to play with his
pecs and nipples, and resumed deep-throating his cock. After several more
minutes of bringing Mark close to the edge and stopping before he climaxed,
I could tell that he truly wouldn't last much longer. I wanted this night
to last longer than this, but I also didn't want to keep torturing him.
Besides, as full as his balls were, I had a feeling I could coax another
load or two out of him tonight. I took his cock into my mouth and swirled
my tongue around it with abandon. "Jason, I'm going to cum!" He shouted
to me, as if I wanted to pull off of him. When I didn't stop sucking, Mark
just threw his head back onto the pillow. "Oh fuck! Here it comes,
Jason!"
It was the truth. Mark hadn't cum in at least two weeks. His load quickly
filled my mouth and came faster than I could swallow it. Much of it
streamed out of my mouth and down my chin. When his load finally did stop,
I licked his shaft, balls, and my own chin to take in as much of the
remains as possible. When all was said and done, I looked up and Mark
laying on the bed, his muscular chest heaving as he struggled to regain his
breath. I pulled off my underwear and crawled up to join him, propping
myself up above his body on my legs and hands.
"How are you feeling, stud?"
Mark looked up at me and smiled. "Better than I have in a long time!" He
reached up and pulled me down on top of him, kissing me and, at the same
time, trapping my hard cock between our bodies. As we kissed, I felt his
own cock start to harden again. I was right. I'd definitely have at least
another load out of him before the night was through. I chuckled as we
kissed.
"What's the laughing about?" he asked.
"I was just thinking about how someone's ready for another round." I
reached down and gripped his hard cock to show him what I meant. He smiled
at me. "God, there are so many things I want to do with you tonight,
Mark."
He got a bit of a fearful look on his face. "Jason, I...I'm not sure that
I'm ready to reciprocate yet."
I interrupted him. "Don't worry, stud. I know you're new to this.
Reciprocation will come later. I'm going to make you feel so good as often
as possible that you won't be able to resist doing stuff back to me
eventually!" I winked at him.
He smirked at me. "Cocky son of a bitch, aren't ya?
I gripped his cock again. "I guess both of us are COCKY." He gave me an
odd look and then made the "waah waah" noise people make after someone
tells a corny joke. "Jackass!" I playfully shoved him in the chest, which
he did back to me. Soon, we were play wrestling on the bed...which
inevitably led to another round of kissing. Soon, I had kissed my way up
to his right ear. "No, what I meant when I said there are so many things I
want to do with you tonight is that I want you to fuck me, Mark."
I pulled back and he looked at me seriously. "Really? You want that? Are
you sure?"
"Mark, the first day we met, if you had thrown the sales rep out of his
office and shoved all of the stuff on the desk onto the floor, I would've
let you do it right then and there. Of COURSE I want you to fuck me!"
The smile he got on his face was so wide. "I've heard that ass is better
than pussy. I guess I get to find out."
"Well the quote, unquote rumor about men giving better head than women
turned out to be true. What do you think this means for the rumor about
ass being better than pussy?"
Mark looked up at me, excitedly. "Let's get this started, then!" After
retrieving a condom and lube from my nightstand drawer and getting Mark
ready to go, he looked like he was about to shove it in when I stopped him.
"You DO know you're going to have to get me ready, right? Just because I'm
gay doesn't mean my ass is some sort of well-worn tunnel of love."
Mark looked at me like I had just spit in his cereal. "I KNOW... I was
just making sure my dick would line up with your hole at the right angle."
His eagerness was absolutely adorable. After massaging my hole with his
fingers and rubbing his cock head around it for several minutes, I felt my
hole begin to relax and open up. He started pushing inside me slowly. As
he went, I began to wince with pain, which he noticed.
"Do you want to stop?" he asked with concern.
"Hell no! It's just a little bit of pain. And it'll subside soon enough.
I want you pumping in and out of me tonight! Keep going slowly. I'll be
fine." Mark resumed pushing into my ass. After a couple of minutes of
slow going, he was inside all the way. We stayed like that for a couple
minutes more to allow my ass to get used to his cock being inside me.
"Damn! You're so tight. This really DOES feel good."
"Kinda makes you wish you hadn't wasted so much time fucking pussy, doesn't
it?" Mark just looked at me and smirked. "Okay, stud. I think I'm good
to go. You can start fucking me. Don't hold back. Fuck me like a man!"
Mark smirked at me again. "You got it, baby!" To say Mark was an expert
fuck would be an understatement. As he pistoned in and out of me, I
couldn't help but be envious of the women he'd fucked over the years. I
hope they know how good they had it with him. Every time his cock would
rub against my prostate, my whole body would spasm with delight. This man
definitely knew how to fuck! And his fucking was bringing me closer to an
orgasm of my own. I looked up at Mark's face and our eyes met. As in my
fantasy earlier tonight, I felt us connected in an extremely strong way in
that moment. I'm not sure if it was his fucking, the realization in that
moment, or a combination of both, but I felt cum start to explode out of my
cock and pour all over my stomach. I'm sure as powerful as the shot was,
some must've gotten on Mark's stomach too. As I came, I felt my ass
muscles clench down on his cock. Before long, Mark was warning me.
"I'm about to cum again, baby."
"Cum, stud! He gave one last big thrust into my ass and I felt his cock
spasm inside me. The look of pure ecstasy on his face told the entire
story. I think I had accomplished my mission tonight. Mark collapsed on
top of me and we lay like that for several minutes, our bodies tangled
together in a sweaty, cum-soaked heap on my bed. After his cock had
deflated, Mark rolled off of me and lay next to me. I rolled over and put
my hand on his chest. He brought his left arm up and draped it over me.
It took Mark a few more minutes to regain his breath. Once he did, I got a
review of my performance. "That...was amazing, man! I never knew being
with another guy could be that intense."
"It can...especially when you're as hot for the guy as I am for you." We
smiled at each other and began kissing. We made out for a few minutes and
then I lay my head on his left pec.
As we lay in bed, basking in the afterglow of hot sex...my head resting on
his left pec, his arm around me, and my hand stroking his right pec, it
occurred to me that Mark had come by here on his way to his date. I looked
up at his face. "Hey..."
Mark looked at me. "What's up...I mean, besides this!?" he said, grinning
at me and using his right hand to shake his cock. I laughed at his cute
attempt at humor.
"Before you got here, did you call your date and let her know you'd be
late?"
Mark seemed unconcerned. "Nah. She'll figure it out when I don't show
up!" Part of me felt bad for the poor woman who was sitting alone at some
restaurant, waiting for Mark to arrive. That part of me wanted to urge him
to call her...make up some elaborate lie about running out of gas or
getting a flat tire. BUT...the part of me that felt bad was an admittedly
small part. Instead of speaking, I reached down and grabbed Mark's
hardening cock.
"Soooo... This thing IS up, isn't it? Maybe we should do something about
it."
Mark looked at me and proceeded to play along with my game. "Do you have
any suggestions?"
I grinned at him. "I think so." I leaned up and our mouths met in a
passionate kiss. After a few moments of making out, I worked my way down
his body until my mouth arrived at his cock. I looked up into his eyes
mischievously before taking his hard cock in my mouth for the second time
in just a couple hours.
Mark didn't end up leaving my house until late the next morning. I still
train with him, but we keep our gym relationship separate from our sexual
relationship outside the gym, as hard as it is at times...hard on many
different levels! We continue to spend time with each other.
Occasionally, we stay over either at my place or his...and I was right.
Mark eventually felt comfortable reciprocating sexually with me. In fact,
he's turned into quite a cockhound and pretty good at giving head. We
don't label ourselves as being in a relationship. In fact, I'm not sure
that Mark would even classify himself as gay. But we care for each other
deeply. Discovering whatever it is that I've found in Mark has made me
happy...and I can see in his eyes that he's found contentment too. Though
he's a typical guy in the sense that he's not necessarily forthcoming with
what's on his mind or what he's feeling, the most important sign I got that
I was special to him was...? He closed his account with the online dating
site and took down his profile. That night, I stayed over at his apartment
and there was something especially passionate about our lovemaking.
It's like I said earlier in this story. Sometimes you make plans for
yourself when life reveals it has different plans in store for you
entirely.
Copywright 2011, Harrison Morris